Where The Wild Things Are

We’re sitting here watching the Orioles and their fledglings come to the feeders. It’s a hoot and we’re running a jar of Concord grape a day now.

And deer with their fawns stroll past less than a hundred feet from the back porch.

Then this happened.

A Great Blue Heron landed in the rain garden to dine on a green frog or two.

This is where the wild things are.

Benefit of residence…..